And now we lean to that invisible scrim
Whispering thoughts of sweet sun-flavored things
Fingering visions of pastel-petal limb
As we begin dreaming of spring
Crocus, hyacinth, tulip, daffodil
Dapple our daydreams with glad offering
Arabesque zephyrs infuse the chilled rill
As we begin dreaming of spring
Wee girls in sun dresses and boys in bare feet
Stir in our smiles tender reminiscing
As swift-surging hours silent circuits repeat
And we begin dreaming of spring
Dawn spills its puddles of pink on the snow
Soon we will hear its music splashing
In rain-drop eight-notes where now grim gales blow
As we begin dreaming of spring
© Janet Martin
We are under another big-storm watch...
lovely janet.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I plead time to slow down, I can't help it...I dream of spring:)
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